For Niki by 9k9AGC


									                     For Niki

            I dream of an artist’s canvas
      And a palette of all the wonderful things
              A beautiful child could be
 I’d paint compassion, intelligence and sweetness,
   Dancing, shimmering with a spirit that’s free
    Running like the wind and laughing, loving,
And the freshness of youth swirling from my brush in
                  Graceful strokes
       And when my masterpiece is finished,
         Looking out from a contented easel
    I would see the face of our angel once more
        But I awake and the canvas is empty
              The palette only memories
        Painted richly into our aching minds
               Of one so dearly loved,
                       But lost

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